Glint

Scrooge has nothing on the toiling ants, whose tireless pursuits are aimed at the simple desperate art of surviving, rather than droves of gold, they march determinedly up to the jar of honey, frantic and clawing each to earn their piece, each tiny pincer set…

My Thing

Why would I tell the world My favorite thing? My most precious Beloved Possession? Are you kidding me? After what I’ve been through? Just to tempt those who want it all? All I’ve got? All I’ve earned? All I’ve ever had? I may as well…

learning transcends all boundaries in life

any age young or old can learn so many things happening in his or her life   learning is an unending endeavor learning surpasses all boundaries no matter whatever age level does     keeping into heart whatever learning we have sometime relearning it or unlearning…

Seventeenth poem

Memories, every day, Sewn into a square. It’s past halfway, Multicolored, and it may Be big enough to share.

Lessons Never Learned

I am too tired to make a poem now. It’s late, and Hobbits grace my flatted tube. My stomach hurts from eating way too much, But I get bored without a bit to taste. Unorganized, my house, it’s such a mess. Too many jobs. Too…

Take Away from Fire

A little girl of almost nine, Gets called to the Mother Superior’s office, with the rest of her family. None of her brothers or sisters comply with the intercom request. They were never called to the office. They never got into trouble. It’s a mistake,…

#17

My precious. Though I have many (and I love them all) in different places I call home. My precious is mostly black, with red insides, and its curves fit my hand perfectly. My precious is with me every morning, bringing a dose of my addiction….

Priceless

I remember that touch. The burning kiss, where flame met cloth and slowly wormed into the threadbare carpet, so clean you could eat off of it and still live, still walk, and so it glowed brief and hesitating flicker of psuedo-life, pulsing, growing with each…

Photograph

He stands on a mountain, a mountain in Russia, in Russia where they found the cancer, the cancer that took away his ability to stand to stand on a mountain, ever again.

passion

mimicking life animating its action producing endless wonders exciting relevance in every session alluring life ‘s challenge endearment of a spirit resonating in writing ever passionately manifesting withstanding all trials that lies ahead standing firm in all these circumstances